Hey guys! I have been thinking about this plot idea for a while and have finally decided to write it down. This is my first Switched At Birth FanFiction story. I hope you all like it. I will not update this story until I get 5 reviews for the first chapter, so please read and review.
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I can't imagine my life being any better then this.
My beautiful girlfriend and I where lying on our stomachs across my bed. We had just finished flipping through my photo album and where now getting started on Bay's sketchbook.
As Bay slowly began to flip through the book, I had to force myself to keep my eyes on the drawings and not on her. I couldn't believe that a girl like Bay was actually in my room.
Bay was beautiful, smart, funny, sarcastic, and an amazing artist. I couldn't understand why a girl like her would be interested in a guy like me.
I was Deaf, but Bay didn't seem to care about that. She treated me like she would treat any of her friends . . . or boyfriends. She was even trying to learn my language to help with the communication breach between us and that meant more to me then anything else.
"What?" Bay asked, dragging her index finger down the palm of her other hand to perform the sign.
I hadn't realized that I had begun to stare at her again. "Nothing," I mouthed, making to O's with my hands and touching them together.
She propped herself up on her elbows and continued to sign as she talked, "What are you thinking?"
Instead of answering, I leaned in to kiss her softly on the lips.
I loved the feeling of my lips against hers. I loved the way my stomached flipped every time we got close to each other. I loved just being with her.
I started kissing down her jaw and down her neck. I smiled when I felt her throat vibrate as she moaned at the feel of my lips against her skin. Moving back up to her lips we continued to make out until Bay gentle pushed me away.
"I have to get home. School tomorrow," Bay said and signed what she could.
"Need a ride?" I asked.
Bay smiled and nodded. She then bent down to pick up her forgetting sketchbook off the floor before getting up to put on her shoes.
We headed down the stairs and out the door towards my motorcycle that was parked right outside the garage. I used to park it inside, but now the garage was filled with boxes of Regina's stuff. There was no room for the bike inside right now.
I handed Bay the spare helmet before getting on the bike and putting on my own helmet. I waited as Bay clipped the helmet under her chin and got on the bike. When she had her arms around my waist I started up the bike and heading down the driveway.
The whole drive to Bay's house all I could think about was how close are bodies where to each other.
I turned my motorcycle into Bay's driveway before coming to a complete stop in front of her house.
Bay took the extra helmet off her head before hoping off the bike. "Thanks for the ride."
"Of course," I signed before lightly grabbing her arm and pulling her towards me for one more kiss.
Bay smiled when we pulled apart. I loved that smile and I loved it even more that I was what was making her so happy.
"Pick me up from school tomorrow?" Bay asked and signed.
I nodded and watched as she walked away from me and towards her house.
I never would have thought that I would fall in love with a hearing girl.
Yeah, that's right. I was in love.
Head of heals in love.
All I could think about on the ride home was Bay.
For the past eight years I had had a crush on Daphne. It's hard to believe that just a couple weeks ago I had thought my feels for Daphne had been love. That wasn't love at all. The way I feel about Bay is so much stronger then my feelings for Daphne had ever been.
Bay might be my first girlfriend, but I knew that this was what love was supposed to feel like.
An overwhelming feeling of happiness was flowing through my mind and body. I never wanted this feeling to go away. I had only known Bay for a short time but I could easily say that she was one of my best friends, but more . . . a lot more.
She had been through a lot over the last couple of weeks, finding out about the switch, trying to find her father, and then finding out that her mom knew about the switch when she and Daphne where three years old and not doing anything about it over the years that followed.
No matter what happens in the future, I was going to be here for her.
I would do anything for her.